He's Got Leggs, Take Two for zoesmith

[jasonsnene]

Title:  He’s Got Leggs, Take Two

Author:  jasonsnene

Pairing:  Angel/Spike

Rating:  NC17

Warnings:  M/M, lingerie

 Beta: 

carinas_carinae

 

For

zoesmith, who had a hankering to see more of Angel in lingerie, and who was mighty fond of my ficlet He's Got Leggs.  Incorporates my kink bingo prompt crossdressing (underwear/lingerie).

 

 

 

 

Angel couldn’t believe that he was here again.  It really was becoming a bit of an addiction, although he would never admit it to Spike.  The thigh highs he’d purchased several months back had become his new favorite accessory, and now, he wanted something to go with them.

 

He searched the racks carefully before making his selection. Angel laid the lingerie on the counter and smiled innocently at the sales clerk.  Yet again, he uttered the infamous lie, “They’re for my girlfriend.”  Yet again, he didn’t think the clerk was fooled. 

 

Returning to his apartment, Angel *carefully* checked each and every possible hiding spot.  Even though the hose encounter had ended very pleasantly for him, he didn’t want to risk Spike finding him in his newest acquisition.

 

Satisfied that the room was empty, Angel carefully stripped and stepped into his new garter belt.  Sliding it up his legs, he positioned it around his hips and fastened the catches to his hosiery. 

 

He’d just finished the last hook when his apartment door flew open and in stormed Spike.  Angel froze.  Spike froze. 

 

Angel unfroze and moved his hand to cover himself.  Spike growled.  Angel removed his hand.  Spike stalked forward, letting his duster slide to the floor and striping off his t-shirt as he came. 

 

When he reached Angel, he looped one arm around Angel’s neck and the other went to his hips, feeling the silk and lace that rested there.  “Oh fuck, yeah, Peaches.  Yer bloody hot like this.”  Then Spike devoured Angel’s lips in a kiss as his hand continued to explore Angel’s body.

 

Spike maneuvered Angel backwards and lowered him to the bed.  His boots and jeans disappeared as quickly as he could jerk them off while he looked his fill.  Angel’s legs were encased in the black thigh-high nylons and the garter belt framed his crotch better than any art gallery could provide. 

 

Lifting Angel’s stocking-covered foot, Spike gently bit each toe, sucking them into his mouth.  He moved up the arch, leaving little love bites along the way, careful not to snag the sensitive material on his teeth.  Not content to just worship one foot, Spike moved to the other, repeating his actions as Angel writhed and moaned at the attention.

 

He worked his way up Angel’s legs to his thighs, paying careful attention to the elastic bands that held the stockings in place, before he worshiped the connecting straps that led to Angel’s erection.

 

Angel was desperately whining by the time Spike swallowed his cock, and he arched into the wet cavern aching for more.  His mouth worked the tip and his hand stroked the base, bringing Angel to the peak of release.  Not satisfied with a quick blow job, Spike held Angel off, flipping him onto his stomach and nearly fainting at the sight. 

 

If he’d thought the garter framed Angel’s cock exceptionally well, there were no words to describe what his ass looked like surrounded by satin and lace.  He spread Angel’s cheeks, going immediately for the prize, licking and sucking at the tight pucker until it twitched and opened for him.

 

Dripping spit onto the hole, then his cock, Spike lined up and slid home, feeling the nylons brushing his legs with every stroke.  He pounded into Angel, the added sensations of the fabric rubbing against him bringing him quickly to the edge.

 

Spike pulled Angel’s hips up and reached beneath him, fisting Angel’s cock and stroking it firmly with every thrust of his hips.  Angel groaned and Spike felt his come spurting over his hand.  He continued milking it as his own release built and exploded, filling Angel with his spunk.

 

Laying carefully over Angel’s back, Spike kissed and nibbled his way along Angel’s shoulders and neck.  “Fuck, you’re so hot.  You’re irresistible like this.”

 

Angel buried his head in the blanket, hiding his smile.  He’d never admit it, but he didn’t mind the fact that Spike liked it.  No, he didn’t mind it at all.  In fact, it made him wonder what Spike would do when he saw what Angel had in mind for his next purchase.